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"Continuing in the lines of the West Coast legends before them, Gershwin BLX brings a solid project that may not be recommended if you're claustrophobic. In true battle royale style these mc's surround and suffocate." (erasoul.com)
"The outlook is often a contorted menace that still unlocks an immediate accessibility, and the labouring enterprise of BLX is an independent triumph...The ultimate sucker jab; tough tracks and authoritative voices linking for a prize fighter of an album, a crowd-pleaser as well as a seemingly pre-programmed machine intent on destroying." (mrblunt.com)

"...A thoroughly impressive album..." (altrap.com)

"...One of my favorite albums of the year..." (rapreviews.com)

"...An example of hip-hop at it's best..." (thecyberkrib.com)

It was late 1999 and we had sold VocabuDrab Sessions all over California and blown all the money on Jack In The Box. Some of the guys were tired of being known for 'sensitive' songs like "L.A. Xpress" and "Scrub Day", and the shows were starting to roll in - time for a new album. We wanted to make an album for the underground that looked and sounded like a major-label release - no toilet-paper covers and ski-slope recordings. By this time, Gershwin BLX was ten men, and when everyone is living at Mom's house, it makes writing together kinda tough. So we invaded parks and recreation rooms, leaving trails of empty bottles and Black 'N Mild wrappers in our wake as we wrote, wrote and rewrote the lyrics to the ultimate crew album. Recording was split between the home studio of Quest from the Barber Shop and Racehorse Studios in Culver City, supervised by NacNud the Lizard King, who would regale us with dirty stories for $35 an hour. A few months, countless Record Town checks and a few arrests later we had an album so full of testes and testosterone that we weren't sure if anyone would be able to listen to it all the way through without exploding. Back in the VocabuDrab era, one of ABCDEFG's many anonymous freestyle rants had born the word Sunch, which Felix later explained was a combination of 'sun' and 'crunch' ("sun...crunch......suuuuuunch"). Later, 'punch' was added for no reason and voila - we had an album name. Years later, while mixing whatever drinks we could find at a show, we stumbled upon a tasty mix of Red Bull, Bacardi Dark and ice tea which we christened Sunch Punch (but nobody in the crew really drinks it - don't tell anyone). Sunch Punch was first released on CD in summer 2001 and we have sold thousands of copies across the world. It's the album that established us as a force to be reckoned with. It's the world's official introduction to MOLMan, Omni, DJ See Brown and DJ Perv, and it spawned our first 12-inch release, a 500-press of Boma-Ye b/w Sunch Punch & Bounce Like Tigger, released on B9000 Records in early 2002 of which none of us own a copy anymore and is sorely in demand (repress, Daan!!). An underground West Coast classic ... ask around. Featuring: absolutely nobody.

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released 01 July 2000

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